Welcome to Michael's where I'm happy to have fellow author Xavier Axelson with an interview.
Great answers by him too. Please direct your attention to this virtual sitdown.
What is your favorite subgenre to write?
Is there one that you haven’t tried that you see yourself doing in the future?
I would love to write a Kid’s Book. I’m a huge fan of Children’s Literature. I honestly thought that was where I would have started, and whoops, I’m writing Gay erotica!
Would you ever write a hetero romance? Why or why not?
I actually have written Hetero-Romances, but haven’t sent them out for publication. Most of my writing prior to the Gay Erotica has been written from a woman’s perspective. I don’t get caught up in what sex should be writing which gender. Boring. I write what I write be it female/male gay/straight. My job is to tell the story.
What is your opinion on the “chicks with dicks” analogy? In your opinion, is it wrong for your males to be emotional or romantic?
Oh boy. When I hear chicks with dicks I’m thinking Tranny Porn but then that’s my porn background coloring my perspective. I think men are emotional and romantic but are afraid of it. When a man is romantic, it’s a huge turn-on. It means he is confident and comfortable with himself to express emotion and in my experience I’m usually the one getting the romantic gestures so I have no issues with it. You can be romantic and still be masculine. I will say this though, I do hate when writers over feminize a Gay character in order to hammer that fact that they are Gay home to a reader.
Your first published book?
“Christmas Eve at The Powers That Be Café” with Silver Publishing. This title taught me to make all future titles short. LOL. It’s a 1940’s WWII erotic story.
Who are the authors that you look up to?
Richard Adams, Peter Beagle, Miss Read, Beatrix Potter, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Peter Straub and Shel Silvetsein and on and on and on…
What are you working on now?
I’m wrapping up my 7th Novella titled “Earthly Concerns.” It’s erotic horror and I’m finding it very scary!
If you write gay romance or erotica, just how descriptive are your in their sex scenes?
Umm, I’m pretty descriptive. I never know what is going to transpire in a sex scene. I don’t know who is going to be doing what until they are doing it. Sometimes the guy I thought was going to get boned ends up doing the boning and vice versa. They tell me their story and I just go with it.
As a gay fiction writer, do you feel that the trend is changing where it is becoming more mainstream?
I’ll tell you, I had no idea there was such a demand for Gay erotica! Who knew? I didn’t. So I guess my answer would be yes, I think it is becoming more mainstream and good for us!
Recently, a writer sabotaged her career by answering a bad review on a blog. How would you have handled this and do you think authors should answer their reviews?
I got chills when I read this question. I gotta tell you, I think some reviewers are unnecessarily biting and too be honest you never know why someone wrote a bad review. Did they wake up pissed off? Do they have bad blood with the writer? Publisher? Etc? I mean we all rely on basic human respect to guide us, but I’ve seen people criticize entire works and then say they only read a couple pages! I get his frustration. Personally, I would never respond in such a way. I swore when I started getting published I would never defend my writing. My work speaks for itself; it doesn’t need me to protect it. My writing defends itself. I’ve had people try and throw my words back in my face in very public forums and I’ve found that if you write what you believe and are true to your talent, then you can’t be hurt by what you write.
Fun questions pick at least 3
Your favorite gay tv show or movie?
I really liked Queer as Folk.
Do you feel that celebs who are gay or bi should come out the closet?
I think society should not be hung up on this issue anymore. Boring. Who cares? There are animals going extinct, the rainforest is disappearing. I so don’t care where someone is sticking their cock.
For the men in your books, commando or underwear?
Underwear! I love a guy in underwear!
Please give us your links to website, blogs etc as well as the cover of your latest book, blurb, excerpt and buylink.
My website is www.xavieraxelson.com
My sex advice column: http://www.examiner.com/la-in-los-angeles/francis-xavier
Officer Michael Carmac is a small town cop whose life is turned upside down by a horrific incident that neither he, nor the community he serves can forget. While Michael’s long-time friend and partner officer Bertram Angel offers support and friendly companionship during Carmac’s ordeal, Michael soon finds his feelings for Angel turning from friendship to something more. As Michael’s thoughts of guilt and personal responsibility over the incident intensify so do his emotions for Angel and the realization that love may be the only way to heal his wounded heart.
Michael leaned towards Angel, the cold pie plate the only thing between them. Michael's heart was pounding and he could feel Angel’s breath soft on his face.
“No, it’s like right by your mouth, on the right,” Michael said.
Somewhere a night bird called out and the only reply was the incessant symphony coming from the bugs in the trees, but Michael didn’t hear anything except his own tormented thoughts clashing against his physical desires. Sweat had begun to run down his back and he shivered as he felt his spine twitch with excitement.
“Did I get it?” Angel asked, making another swipe at his face.
Michael leaned in, his hands shaking, the pie plate feeling slippery in his other hand. “Here,” he said as he pressed a shaking finger against Angel’s cheek. “Right here,” the last word was more a pant as he wiped the offending chocolate from Angel’s face.
Michael thought he saw something in Angel’s eyes when he touched him but he wasn’t sure. Although he wanted Angel more than words, he was terrified that what he thought he saw wasn’t real.
“Mikey,” Angel breathed, coming closer. He put a hand on Michael’s arm and pulled him close. “Do it, whatever you’re thinking, do it.”
“I can’t,” Michael whispered.
Angel leaned so close that their lips were just about touching. “I’ll make it easy on you.” Angel ran his tongue over Michael’s lips. “Just do it.”
Michael felt the world beginning to slide sideways, and somewhere he heard the sound of something breaking.
Was this real?
His mind screamed for him to stop, to pull away, but Angel’s smell, his breath so close was making it hard to move, to breathe, to think. Before he could answer his raging thoughts, he found himself kissing Angel.